The elevator ride up to the fifteenth floor felt longer than usual. So did the line for food, even though there were only a few people in front of me.
Seemed like it took an hour for the food to arrive. I felt impatient and almost left to go to a different place despite ordering and paying for so much.
Even when I finished it all, I maintained a thread of uncomfortableness inside. I thought about that as I watched a number increase painstakingly to 11.
Maybe it was the weight of the day's whole event settling on me. Or maybe it was the strange hollow feeling from all those failed attempts to reach out to Kyrie. Every time I think of that, though, that particular 'cavern' feels like it grows deeper and darker.
> Inviting me in, to get lost in. As if trudging into it would lead to an exit on the other side. But there is never any light gained when I do. Only light lost. <
